These Faithful Chimes – a typewriter poem, virtual, edited and recreated

these faithful chimes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-wrensong

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About wrensong

I am a poet who collects stones. I am a wanderer of creek beds and forests, canyons and high desert who, coming home, sometimes finds words to tell the story. I am a companion with others in the search for Deep, Wild Soul. I shape containers in time and space for others to come together to write, to tell their stories, to hold each other in the telling. I am a grandmother and the companion of a cat named Alaya. I often travel out into open country with a man who calls himself Dunewalker who has hung his hammock in my heart.
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2 Responses to These Faithful Chimes – a typewriter poem, virtual, edited and recreated

  1. I love this. The repetition of cold and another, perfect. Beneath the somber overlay is that brightening chime and hopeful sense that things go on forever. Thank you.

    • wrensong says:

      A surprise, really, noticing the day begin, the cold, to suddenly notice a sound so familiar that has travelled with me house to house for years, as tho it rings now under the level of consciousness, wondering if it will ring there at the last edge of awareness.

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